Idles nous propose un sautillant et furieux quatrième single, Model Village
Idles parle de ses petits villages ou rien ne se passe et dont tu as envie de partir le plus rapidement possible. Sauf que le problème n’est pas le village, mais les gens qui l’occupent. Surtout que des villages comme celui du chanteur, il y en a partout.
Model Village montre encore une fois l’énergie et la sautillante virtuosité du groupe. On a envie de sauter partout, on se sent plus fort au son des guitares et ça fait du bien.
C’est donc extrait de l’album ULTRA MONO qui sort le 20 septembre prochain. Le clip a été réalisé par Michel Gondry ce bel homme et Olivier Gondry, son bro. Sinon; le groupe livrera trois performances live dans les mythiques studios d’Abbey Road, les 29 et 30 août prochain. Elles seront disponibles en streaming. Ca sera moins bien mais ça sera déjà ça.
lyrics :
A lot of nine fingered boys in the village
They haven’t got much choice in the village
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They ain’t too friendly in the village
There’s a tabloid frenzy in the village
He’s not a racist but in the village
Gotta drive half cut in the village
Model low crime rate in the village
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Got my head kicked in in the village
There’s a lot of pink skin in the village Hardest man in the world in the village
He says he’s got with every girl in the village
Take flight take flight
Model village
I beg your pardon
I don’t care about your rose garden
I’ve listened to the things you said
You just sound like your scared to death
Still not in love with the village
Homophobes by the tonne in the village
A lot of overpriced drugs in the village
A lot of half pint thugs in the village
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I see a lot of gammon in the village
I don’t see a lot happen in the village
Just give them an anthem and they’ll sing it
Still they don’t know the meanings in it
Just saluting flags cause it’s British
Idiot spirits thinking they’re kindred
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It feels like the village is self-pillaged
Still someone making a killing
Take flight take flight
Take flight
Model village
I beg your pardon
I don’t care about your rose garden
I’ve listened to the things you said
You just sound like your scared to death
I beg your pardon
I don’t care about your rose garden
I’ve listened to the things you said
You just sound like your scared to death
You gotta laugh as the curtain twitches
And the villagers bury their riches
But the village doesn’t know what rich is
Just snitches snitching on snitches
Only one thing to do in the village
Just say toodle do to the village
Toodle f*****g do
